My Sweet Blog: Paris Top Ten: #4 Dessert Trolley at Guy Savoy

Something had to be done after the gluttony of my Paris debut. And whoever said birthday calories don't count was sorely mistaken. So the day after I turned 33, I put myself on a diet for the first time - The Dukan Diet, the French regimen a certain Ms. Middleton reportedly turned to before a certain royal wedding.

I'm on a plan designed by a Paris doctor, to lose some of the pounds I put on in Paris.
The irony is not lost on me.

my current bedtime reading

For the past three and a half weeks, dessert for me has consisted of plain greek yogurt with Splenda, and fat-free, sugar-free jello.

pudding party

You'll understand then, why it is particularly hard for me to recall our lunch at Restaurant Guy Savoy in Paris, where my caloric intake during the dessert course alone was easily 5 times what I ate all day today.

It started with an artful arrangement of raspberry stuffed with avocado, a bite of meringue topped with strawberry, and a spoonful of soft marshmallowy foamy who-knows-what deliciousness.

But this was just the palate cleanser, of course. A preface. A dessert amuse bouche, if you will.

We had ordered the prix fixe menu, which included our choice of dessert.

This here was the "Strawberry Textures," which is exactly what its name suggests: strawberries done four ways.

As best I can recall, they were granita, sorbet, and a fresh strawberry stuffed with strawberry confiture, all sitting on a bed of something basil-y.

My choice was the "All Black", comprising a chocolate biscuit base infused with lime, a dense bar of chocolate ganache perfumed with cardamom and black pepper, topped with dark chocolate sorbet.

Plates scraped clean, we leaned back and relished the satisfaction of a great end to a great meal.
Or so we thought.
Instead of the bill, our server rolled up with this thing.